breakfast the next morning was not awkward for the four
students, friends, and undercover law enforcement
operatives. It might have been—awkward, that is—for Jane
and possibly for Maura—but once the twin thunderbolts of the
case being solved back in Boston and the revelation that
their cover had been blown for some time, any suspected or
actual private shenanigans of the night before faded into the
"At least it was our lead than broke the case," Ainsley
noted as she ate.
"There is that," Jane muttered, then took a sip of coffee.
"We probably wouldn't have gotten credit for anything anyway,"
she continued. "We're not here, remember?"
"Not officially," Susie nodded, idly stirring her spoon through
her Müesli and soy milk.
"Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment," Maura
"Oh, thank you for that pearl of wisdom," Jane intoned.
"Mahatma Gandhi," Maura said.
"Gesundheit," Jane responded.
"No," Maura laughed. "I was quoting Mahatma Gandhi."
"Wonderful," Jane huffed as she sipped her coffee.
"Satisfaction," she continued. "I'll give you
satisfaction." Her eyes widened and a blush suddenly
colored her cheeks. "I mean... never mind."
Maura's response was a blush of her own, and suddenly something
in her own bowl of Müesli became very
Susie and Ainsley exchanged a knowing glance, but said nothing.
"Anyway," Jane said (still blushing), "you think we ought to say
something to somebody? I mean about our blown cover, why
we're really here."
"I don't believe that's strictly necessary," Ainsley offered,
"but it would be polite."
"If the occasion presents itself," Maura said, "we could thank
Giselle and Kate for their help in apprehending the criminal."
"Even thought they didn't help," Susie chuckled.
"That's very mischievous, Doctor Isles."
"And speaking of mischievous," Ainsley added, "I suppose we
should also thank Penny. She was just as
non-instrumental in our unacknowledged triumph as Mistress and
The group nodded as they continued eating and/or sipping their
coffee or tea.
Jane noticed an impish smile curling her BFF's lips and dimpling
her cheeks. She'd seen the like before. "What?" she
"I don't know what you mean," Maura purred.
Ainsley and Susie watched with interest, chewing their food and
"Spill it," Jane growled.
Maura chewed and swallowed a spoonful of Müesli before
answering. "I was just thinking that there might be a way
to really thank Penny for her participation in our
"Well?" Jane demanded.
"I'll tell you later," Maura said. "I want to check on a
few things." She then continued eating... and smiling.
Jane rolled her eyes, heaved a long suffering sigh, and tackled
the remainder of her bacon and eggs.
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This was the
fifth and final day of class, and it started with Kate binding
all four students in somewhat elaborate box-ties. It was
the semi-stringent version, with each student's wrists crossed
and raised past the horizontal, so that their hands and forearms
formed an "X," and were then lashed against their spines.
They remained rope-free from the waist down.
Then, Mistress appeared and began her lecture.
"I hope you've all enjoyed this course," Giselle said, "I know
Kate and I have enjoyed being your teachers."
This resulted in smiles, nodding heads, and murmurs of
agreement. Even Jane played nice.
"This morning will be the final formal lesson," Mistress
continued, "and this afternoon we'll have a free period.
Kate and I will answer any questions you have and conduct any
demonstrations you'd care to request. So, let's begin."
First came a brief recapitulation of safety: the body's
pressure-points and most vulnerable areas, the importance of
insuring ropes were tied in a non-compacting manner, especially
with suspensions and challenging positions, and the need for
continuous supervision, to never leave a meditation partner
alone in inescapable bondage, etc. All of these lessons
had been drilled into the students repeatedly, both in lectures
and their homework reading.
The next topic was an equally brief recapitulation of the basics
of meditation, including a discussion of how physical discomfort
and erotic stimulation could be used as challenges to attaining
new levels of serenity.
Finally, she began covering new material.
"Students often ask if rope is the only means by which
restrained meditation can be explored," Mistress lectured.
"Personally, I enjoy and have come to appreciate Kinbaku-bi,
the beauty of tight binding, but any means of restraint may be
used, subject to the principles of safety, of course. For
example." Mistress made an elegant gesture and Kate
strolled to one of the cabinets and returned with a tangle of
leather straps. "Well-designed commercial bondage gear is
perfectly suited to our needs," Mistress continued. "My
personal collection is limited to a few gags, but binders and
harnesses are available if you're interested in such things."
Meanwhile, Kate strolled behind Jane, sorting out the various
straps of what the students could now see was a head-harness
incorporating a rubber ball-gag and mouth-covering
panel-strap. To be precise, Maura, Susie, and Ainsley
could see. Jane was trying to see, but when she started to
turn, Mistress placed her hands on her shoulders and held her in
"Wha—Mrrpfh!" Jane's casual inquiry as to Mistress and
Kate's intentions became a wide-eyed protest when Kate reached
around from behind and thrust the ball into her open mouth, then
began threading buckles and tightening and securing the
harness-gag's various straps. Sandwiched between the
teacher and her assistant and bound as she was, Jane's only
option for meaningful resistance was to go into full combat
mode. She knew how to kick and make good use of her knees,
but now was neither the time nor the place to demonstrate her
police training. Jane rolled her eyes and stamped her bare
feet in nervous frustration, but otherwise allowed Kate to
complete the task of caging her head in narrow straps of black
leather and sealing her mouth.
The straps encircled Jane's forehead, passed from the corners of
her mouth to either side of her nose, crisscrossed under her
chin, and passed across the crown of her head. Many of the
straps were linked in some way, and as each buckle was secured,
the harness grew tighter and ever more effective. Jane's
ponytail was unencumbered, its base bypassed and framed by
horizontal and lateral straps. The ball was two-inches in
diameter and did an excellent job of trapping her tongue and
filling her oral cavity, the chin straps encouraged her to bite
down on the semi-pliant sphere, and the chamois-thin panel-strap
covered and pressed against her lips and lower face.
Maura, Susie, and Ainsley watched this spectacle with amazed
amusement. They didn't giggle or openly smile, of course,
but they didn't protest or attempt to come to their fellow
student's defense, either.
Jane was not amused. "Mrrrrf!" Mistress and
Kate took a step back and Jane shook her head, forced several
well-muffled comments through the rubber and leather, and stared
daggers at both of her teachers and her fellow students.
As usual, Maura was the most amused by Jane's antics, at least
from Jane's point of view, and it irritated her to no end.
Dr. Smartypants' smug, gorgeous face also sparked
thoughts of "revenge," once Jane had her BFF alone in their
Kate had strolled back to the cabin and returned with a roll of
white tape, bandage scissors, and what appeared to be a baseball
size sphere of soft foam, possibly of the Nerf variety.
"Tape can also be used for restraint," Mistress lectured, "as in
duct tape, electrical tape, and the various kinds of medical
The students watched as Kate tossed the ball to Mistress, then
pulled a strip of the milky-white tape from the roll and used
the scissors to snip it free.
"For gags," Mistress continued as she strolled towards Maura,
ball in hand, "I recommend either Elastoplast or some other
hypoallergenic medical product. What is commonly referred
to as 'duct tape' varies widely in quality, meaning the tape,
itself, and especially the adhesive. Some brands can
make for effective gags, even as single strips, when properly
applied, but the strong adhesive might irritate sensitive
skin. Other brands are laughably ineffective. Their
adhesive is easily defeated by the jaws and facial
muscles. And many brands are in between, most effective
when used in multiple layers." She was now standing
directly before Maura, and the ball was inches from the Maura's
no longer smiling lips.
Eyes locked with her towering teacher, Maura opened her mouth
and Mistress stuffed the foam sphere inside. Maura closed
her mouth, and as soon as her lips came together, Kate plastered
the wide, stretched strip of tape across her lower face and used
her fingers to smooth it in place, ensuring all parts had a firm
grip. When Kate stepped back, Jane and the other members
of the class could see the three-dimensional form of Maura's
lips. Her naturally full cheeks were even more full that
usual, thanks to the foam stuffing, and there was no doubt
whatsoever in anyone's mind that Dr. Maura Isles was well and
"And speaking of multiple layers..." Mistress said.
Kate went to the cabinet a third time and returned with a roll
of flesh-colored tape. It was as wide as the Elastoplast,
but had a rough texture, as if it was made of roughly woven
cloth. She also had another Nerf ball.
"Coban wrap can be used as a very effective gag,"
Mistress lectured as Kate tossed her the ball. She stepped
in front of Ainsley and held the foam sphere before the blonde's
lips. Ainsley opened her mouth and in went the ball.
Kate pulled the end of the Coban wrap free with a loud rip and
set to work. She started by giving Ainsley a tight
cleave-gag, then proceeded to stretch the tape and wrap layer
after tight layer, covering her lips and mummifying her lower
face from just under her nose to just past the tip of her
chin. Ainsley's pale blonde pixie-cut offered no
"Coban and similar products like Vet wrap and Ace bandages are
also effective," Mistress said, "but take care. As with
rope, one doesn't want to impair the circulation, and
over-stretched layers of such tape can be very tight, indeed."
All four students were already inescapably bound, and now Jane,
Maura, and Ainsley were effectively gagged, as well.
That left Susie. She watched Kate return the Elasoplast
roll, scissors, and the empty cardboard cylinder that was all
that remained of the Coban wrap to the cabinet, and return
Soon, Kate and Mistress were standing close to the slightly
anxious Senior Criminalist.
"And now, Ms. Chang," Mistress said, "the class needs a
spokesman, and since you're the most experienced naturalist and
the one who used her personal connections with Boston area spas
to convince the Moon River Colony management to accept your
group's applications, you're elected."
"Spokesman?" Susie asked in what as much a nervous squeal as a
"Yes," Mistress confirmed. "I'd like you to explain why
the Chief Medical Examiner of the state of Massachusetts, a
Boston Police Detective, a Toronto Detective Constable, and
yourself, felt it was necessary to sneak into my class without
introducing yourselves and explaining your intentions."
"Commonwealth," Susie muttered. "Massachusetts is a
commonwealth, not a state."
Mistress said nothing, but continued to stare.
"Okay, it is a state," Susie admitted, "but we call
ourselves a commonwealth."
Mistress continued to stare.
"Like Kentucky, Pennsylvania, and Virginia," Susie added, then
Jane twisted her bound wrists, but Kate's expertly applied ropes
offered not even a hint of the promise of escape.
Busted, she thought, and could tell that Maura and
Ainsley shared the same opinion.
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account of the circumstances, motivations, and relevant details
of how and why the four friends came to be at the Moon River
Colony in general and attending Giselle's Shibari
Meditation class in particular was cogent and well-organized,
with only the occasional foray into interesting, but peripheral,
fun facts. Why the rhetorical side trips? Because
Maura was Susie's mentor and idol, of course. Giselle
listened patiently, skillfully shepherding Susie back onto the
main narrative as required.
Kate also listened, but as she did so, she used two lengths of
rope to hitch Jane and Maura to one of the support columns using
non-compacting rope collars and long tethers. She then used more
rope to bind Ainsley at their feet, lashing her legs together
using the ladder-tie technique. She also incorporated a
tight crotch-rope and tied the Detective Constable's big toes
Jane settled to the floor and crossed her legs. Then,
somehow, Maura folded herself into a full-lotus at Jane's
side. All three stringently gagged and inescapably bound
students listened, as did Mistress and Kate, as Susie closed her
story with what they knew of the capture of the Boston Bondage
"We're all very sorry we attended your class without
presenting our credentials," Susie added, smiling up at her
"You are?" Giselle purred. "Sorry?"
"Well, not actually," Susie admitted, still smiling. "We are
law enforcement professionals, and the circumstances warranted
"I see," Giselle said dryly, then shifted her gaze to
Kate. "What do you think?" she asked. "Should we gag
this one, hang all four by their heels from the rafters, and
make a run for our hideout?"
Kate chuckled, then shook her head. "I'm tired of the life
of crime. Let's finish the class, then hang them
from the rafters."
Susie was looking from face to face, her eyes slightly wide
behind her glasses. "W-what?"
Jane rolled her eyes, Maura giggled through her gag, and Ainsley
shook her gagged head. Obviously Mistress and her
assistant were joking.
Giselle sighed. "Powerful spa clients blocked you guys
from getting a warrant, and pressured your superiors into
forbidding a straightforward approach?"
"Y-yes," Susie stammered, "as I said."
"Well," Giselle continued, "if any of them give you trouble when
you get back to Boston—" She smiled at Ainsley.
"—and Toronto, give me a call."
"I don't like the idea of our rope being used to bind innocent
crime victims," Kate muttered.
"Agreed," Giselle nodded, "not even our used rope.
Now—" She gestured to Kate, and her assistant turned and
strolled back to the same cabinet that had held the makings of
Jane's, Maura's, and Ainsley's gags. "Doctor, Detectives,"
Giselle addressed the three bound and gagged students.
"All is forgiven. Kate and I will now complete the
preparations for our final demonstration."
Jane, Maura, and Ainsley exchanged a slightly bemused, slightly
relieved look. They knew they weren't in danger, but were
also very glad there weren't any hard feelings.
Meanwhile, Kate had popped another Nerf ball into Susie's mouth,
sealed her lips with a strip of Elasoplast, and now was fitting
a leather hood over the cooperative but nervous crime lab tech's
head. Mistress helped by gathering Susie's hair and
threading it through a hole in the very top. The hood had
a generous oval-shaped opening that exposed most of Susie's
forehead, as well as her eyes and nose. Kate had removed
Susie's glasses while fitting the hood, and now she slid the
earpieces under the leather and settled the glasses back in
"Good," Kate said with a grin. "I was afraid they wouldn't
fit with the hood in place."
"That would have been a shame," Mistress purred. "Then Ms.
Chang wouldn't have a clear view of what's about to happen."
Susie blinked in surprise. Her topknot ponytail swayed
from side to side as she shifted her gaze from Giselle to Kate
Mistress turned and strolled back to the rest of the
class. "That thing is called a 'Gwen Hood,' in case you
Jane had no idea why anything would be called a "Gwen Hood,"
much less the more-or-less skintight, black leather hood hugging
Susie's head. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly in a
position to ask, and if Maura knew—which was probable, given her
acknowledged status as a walking Wikipedia—her BFF wasn't in a
position to tell.
Meanwhile, Kate had eased Susie to the tatami carpet and was
just finishing the binding of her crotch, legs, and big toes in
the same manner as she had Ainsley.
"Now," Mistress said smiling at her students. "We've
discussed the use of what some call 'predicament bondage,' and
erotic stimulation, as meditative challenges, but thus far the
entire class has been about individual efforts to attain
serenity. You have taken the first tentative steps down a
path that holds even more wonders. Our final
demonstration will involve two students joined in
challenging bondage. And after careful consideration, Kate
and I have agreed that the students best and least talented in
the art of meditation will be our subjects. The fact that
they are also a couple is a happy coincidence."
Jane frowned. What the hell is she babbling about?
A couple? Who's a couple? Jane noticed
that Maura was blushing, furiously, and Susie and Ainsley were
gazing at them—at Jane and Maura—and by their eyes, they were
definitely smiling. She watched as Kate untied
Maura's tether and led the still blushing honey-blond to the
center of the room. She turned to Giselle and found their
towering teacher smiling down at her.
"I want you to understand that this is in no way retaliation for
your group sneaking into my class under false pretenses,"
Mistress purred. "In no way whatsoever. I've already
forgiven you, remember?"
If it's not retaliation, Jane wondered, then why did
you bring it up? She would have asked, but... gag.
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Maura's legs together in the same manner as Ainsley and Susie;
however—and it was a BIG however—a 600-pound gorilla however—she
incorporated a wand-style vibrator, lashing it between Maura's
thighs with its doorknob-style head pressed against Maura's
labia! It was of ivory plastic and rubber and had a long
Gag aside, Jane's vocal cords were paralyzed, her eyes wide, and
her heart tripping like she's just chased a suspect six city
blocks! "Mrrrrf!" She finally managed a protest, but
it was a pathetic whine, rather than the intended gag-muffled
dictate. She watched as Kate lifted her now box-tied and
leg-lashed BFF to her feet and used three long ropes to link the
back of her box-tie to the pulley system overhead. She
tugged on the key rope, pulleys squealed, slack was taken up,
and soon Maura was suspended vertically with her toes about two
inches above the carpet.
Kate strolled to a corner and selected a length of bamboo and a
coil of rope, then returned to Maura and proceeded to bind her
already helpless body to the bamboo pole. When she was
finished, Maura's toes were on point, her feet and toes lashed
to one end of the pole, and the other end lashed to the box-tie
ropes at the nape of her neck. In addition, Kate tied
tight bands and hitches of rope through her other bonds and
around her already helpless body, further lashing her to the
pole. The final result was Maura suspended and unable to
bend any part of her body to any significant degree.
Kate then selected more coils of rope from the Lodge stores and
dropped them at Maura's feet. She then sauntered to Jane,
released her tether from the support column, smiled, and led her
towards her BFF.
Jane's harness gag made arguing, issuing threats, and even
begging impossible, and while she was box-tied and her arms
useless, her legs and feet were completely free. Jane
could have resisted. She might even have gotten in a few
strategically placed kicks and/or knee jabs if she'd
tried. At the very least she could have made a scene, but
she didn't. Detective Jane Rizzoli, Boston PD, heart
pounding and beginning to sweat, let herself be led like a goat
on a leash to her exquisitely bound BFF without any resistance
other than a slight hesitancy in her step.
Kate positioned Jane and Maura face to gagged face, looped a
rope around both their waists, and pulled out the slack.
"Mrrpfh!" Jane stutter-stepped forward until her tummy
touched Maura's. The rope loop tightened even further,
then more loops followed. Backing away was no longer an
option, and trying to kick would be awkward and
ineffective. Wiggling and squirming were Jane's only
options, but—naked bodies pressed together—wiggling and
squirming were out, as were writhing, wriggling, twisting, and
fidgeting. There was all that embarrassing skin, half of
it Maura's, not counting the rope, of course, and—"Mfffh!"—then
Kate positioned more strategically placed hitches and loops,
pulled—"M'mpfh!"—pulled again, and Jane and Maura's boobs first
touched, then were squeezed together!
Even more rope tightened, and soon Jane and Maura were lashed
together from shoulders to waist. Both were blushing,
furiously, but neither was struggling. In fact, they were
both frozen in their bonds.
Next, Kate lifted Jane's left leg, placed the heel against
Maura's spine at the small of her back, and used a loop of rope
to keep it there. Jane's right leg was next—"Mrrf?"—and
Kate lashed the wide-eyed Detective's crossed ankles
together. She then threaded rope through Maura's bonds and
around Jane's legs above and below her knees and her thighs,
reinforcing what was now Jane's involuntary, cross-legged
Finally, Kate and Mistress tugged on various ropes, the pulleys
squealed, again, and the rope-joined students lifted into the
air. Lateral ropes were added and tightened, and
eventually Jane and Maura were suspended equidistant between the
floor and ceiling. Jane's spine was vertical, Maura's body
was bent back a few degrees, and their weight was evenly
distributed between the conical web of suspending ropes.
Face-to-face, not to mention boob-to-squashed boob and
tummy-to-tummy, Jane and Maura locked eyes. Both their
hearts were hammering, and both their gagged faces were flushed
Jane turned her head and focused on Susie... then Ainsley.
Maura did the same. Their fellow students were lying on
their sides, bound and gagged, and watching them with wide-eyed
amazement... or awe... or wonder. Anyway, they were frozen
in their bonds, like Jane and Maura, and they were staring.
Meanwhile, Kate had plugged the power cord of Maura's vibrator
into a long extension cord, and was plugging the extension cord
into a block of ivory plastic about the size and shape of a
brick. The brick, in turn, was plugged into a small laptop
"Vibrator, control module, and control program," Mistress
explained, pointing first at Maura, then the plastic block, and
finally, the laptop. "The challenge for both of you is to
meditate for the remaining two hours before lunch." She
tapped a key on the computer, then folded it closed. "It
will be difficult, as the vibrator will start and stop at random
intervals and the intensity of the vibratory stimulation will
also randomly vary."
Jane and Maura stared at their teacher. Nothing was
happening... other than they remained prisoners of both Kate's
ropes and gravity.
"Don't worry," Giselle chuckled. "There will be a brief
rest period before the program starts."
"Tea, Mistress?" Kate inquired.
Still smiling at her suspended demonstration, Giselle
nodded. "That would be nice, as would a stroll on the lake
And with that, Mistress and her assistant turned and left the
Lodge, closing the door behind them.
Jane looked at Maura, Ainsley looked at Susie, Susie looked at
the suspended tableau of her mentor lashed to Jane, Jane looked
at her Canadian colleague, Ainsley looked at Maura—everybody
looked at everybody else. There was no squirming and
testing of bonds. It was pointless. There was no
mewling and screaming through their respective gags. That
also was pointless. They simply hung or lay in their
Ainsley was amazed by this turn of events.
Susie thought she had never seen anything as exquisitely
beautiful in her entire life as Maura and Jane in intimate
Maura was at once aroused, embarrassed, and amused... and
Jane was mortified, terrified, and... nothing else. Okay,
she was horny. In fact, she was horny as hell!
Just then, the vibrator buzzed to life. Maura flinched in
her bonds (and against Jane's body), and her eyes popped even
wider. With only a sample of one, she couldn't be sure
what initial power setting had been triggered by the control
program. She suspected it was probably mid range.
Yes, for now she'd characterize the waves of vibration coursing
through her mons pubis, labia majora and minora,
clitoral glans, and causing her entire vulva
in general to quiver as "mid range." She might
revise that characterization after additional trials, but for
now—it felt good! Maura shivered and locked eyes
with her BFF. It felt so very good!
Jane was aware of the vibrator as well. Her center of
gravity was directly above the throbbing wand's business end
(and Maura's pussy), but she wasn't getting any direct
stimulation, not at this setting. Jane was getting
stimulation from Maura's wriggling and shivering as the
Maura was panting through her gag, her eyes locked with
Jane's. And then, even as the vibrator continued to buzz,
Maura closed her eyes and composed herself. Slowly, her
breathing became deep and even.
Meditating? Jane wondered. Really? At a
time like this? Of course, they were supposed
to be meditating... but still.
The buzzing continued... and continued... and then stopped.
Maura continued to meditate, remaining perfectly relaxed in her
bonds, breathing slowly and deeply.
As for Jane... not so much. Two hours? Are you
kidding me? She restrained herself from testing her
bonds, not wanting to disturb her fellow captive, but it was
very difficult to remain perfectly still and not squirm against
Maura's smooth, firm, tan skin. As Jane breathed, her
breasts pressed against Maura's, more when she exhaled, less
when she inhaled, but always with intimate contact. Her
nipples—Jane was sure she could feel them pressing against
Maura's—her nipples were sensitive. All of her was
And then—"Mrrf!"—the vibrator clicked on, and this time it was
on high, Jane was sure. She could feel the actual
vibrations this time, maybe, and it was doing nothing to
alleviate her horniness problem.
As for Maura, she continued meditating... although Jane
suspected her BFF's breathing rate might have picked up a
Oh, gawd! Jane shivered, despite her best efforts
to remain still and not disturb Maura. Jane could tell
that much more of this and... she'd make a spectacle of
herself! A wet, squirming, moaning spectacle of herself!
Susie lay on her side and watched the demonstration
unfold. Is it possible to experience a sympathetic or
empathetic orgasm? she wondered. She was very
much afraid she might find out before lunch.
Ainsley also watched, and had already decided what was happening
right now would not go into her written report.
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